Lost Carnival radio & mail

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✆CHANNEL

FREQUENCY: 144.98750
DESCRIPTION: If she doesn't answer she's probably napping.

✉MAIL BOX

LOCATION: Just drop it on the heap of other mail outside her and Sans' trailer
DESCRIPTION: there's probably some stuff that's not mail in there too

Comments

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wuz gettin my ass kidnapped by fairies or sum shit

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did u kno fairies r real????

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Oh. My. God. Are you actually serious?

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I KNEW IT WAS FAIRIES!!!!!!!!!!

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What happened, how did you get away? I hypothesized that the fae were the source of your disappearance so I went to that stupid Animal Fair thing to look for you, but I didn’t see you *anywhere!*

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one hundo per cent

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my bro came n busted me out
n slobbered all over my head w his dumb bear mouth but w/e

u went to the fair thing tho?? what was the deal w THAT

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[Truth be told, Peridot feels a little silly. Of course she couldn't have been the only one looking for Amethyst... why did this not occur to her?]

>Kudos to your 'bro' then.

>For rescuing you I mean. Not for salivating all over your head.

>The fair was a *gigantic waste of time*, is what it's deal was. Some kind of party run by a 'fae of the wylds'. It called itself 'The Beast'.

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huh doesnt sound like the onewho took me
dont think so neway
idk tho didnt even know fae was a REAL THING until all this crap
literally all i did was eat some fruit n shes like oh i own u now ur not a real were

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[The whole "fae being real" thing is a fairly new concept to Peridot too, so. She can sympathize.]

Yes, you're never supposed to eat the food they offer. That's a fairly common facet of fae lore. But why would she tell you that you're not a real werebeast? That just seems unnecessarily cruel.

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ok but it wasnt OFFERED she just left it out there straight up outside my aprtment?? that doenst count. and i dunno somethin about my soul or whatever it doesnt matter it was bullshit

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You ate fruit that was just sitting outside your apartment? LOL! *Why*?

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idk i was curious

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That doesn't sound like a very sensible reason.

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ok but dude i figured worst case cenario i get food poisoning or sth not LITERALLY KIDNAPPED 2 FAIRYLAND

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im a possum i eat garbage idk what u want from me

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I suppose I can't argue with that logic.

[Which, hurts her to admit, because eating random food off the floor is still an incredibly stupid thing to do.]

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im just sayin it was kind of a lot

B7? B8?

[criticallyfucked]

The Ring Master's orders were that every member of the Carnival was expected to give at least one 'good' gift to someone else. This is something of a challenge for Foster. After all, wouldn't the only 'good' gift from him be no gift at all?

Any present he could give to someone would be tainted by both the knowledge of and association with its giver's identity; and this even if he didn't manage to give something completely terrible, which he knows can be made at least somewhat possible by spending enough money.

Fortunately, he knows someone. Someone for whom the idea of a present from Foster would not be too viscerally revolting. Someone he doesn't loathe, or feel too reminded of how much he loathes himself around (sometimes.)

Someone who has a real affinity for garbage.

Amethyst.

Which is how she finds herself ambushed in her own doorway, with Foster shoving a package at her face rather forcefully.

It's even wrapped.

In meat paper.

"Here!"

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Amethyst? If I can just borrow a moment of your time, I have an important question about Earth culture that I could use your expertise on.

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Hit me UP, P-danger.

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[Her question is very simple:]

Have you ever been "drunk" before?

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Aw man, I wish. It looks fun.

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[Peridot cusses under her breath.]

Okay, well do you have any idea how it works? Like what exactly makes it fun? As near as I can tell it just involves imbibing liquids that make you act like a massive clod, but for whatever reason several people are advocating for it and are even conspiring to encourage ME to try it!

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Ehh, well... it makes people do dumb stuff without worrying about whether it's dumb, which is cool. And it makes you feel weird, which is also cool... but it's not gonna work on you anyway, dude, you gotta have, like, a brain and blood and stuff.